Jay Chrysler, Superman

Non Rpg:
Hello. You may recognise me as S.Mathew Mayer, the person who
plays as Shakespeare. Our beloved Mr Longman cannot post due to
being ina conference for these few days and so has asked em to psot
on his behalf. That is the reason for this post. Thanks ;)
Rpg:
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Who: Jay Chrysler.
Where: His Quarters
When: I'd like to see you work it out.
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Jay Chrysler stepped out of his shower and breathed a large sigh of
relief. He loved the action, the adevnture, the mystery of an away
mission. But there was nothing else in the universe like the feeling
of a hot shower.
He dired off the excess water and stumbled into his quarters main
room before falling over a table in the darkened area.
"Holly, what happened to the lights?" he called.
"What lights?" replied Holly
"My lights."
"You have lights?"
"My quarters do. At least I thought they did," said Chrysler
trying to locate a sock in the dark.
"Why aren't they on?"
"Umm..." began Holly. "They are. Your eyes aren't working."
"Holly," Chrysler said sternly whilst falling over the couch.
"All right. I don;t know. I think somewhere amongst the power
relays in the bowels of this ship, some wires have been cut. I'll
get a scutter to have a look when I can next persaude one of them to
leave the John Wayne marathon."
"What do I do in the meantime? I neef to navigate my room and I
can't see a thign in this pitch black...WOAH!" Chrysler fell over an
unidentified object and began cursing loudly.
"Eat some carrots?" Holly suggested helpfully.
Chrysler strolled down the corridor wincing slightly with every
step. He'd almost destroyed his shins on his coffee table which he
must have twice as many times in one hour as the amount of golf balls
Tiger Woods hit in his lifetime. The last time he'd seen them, in
the light, they'd been a palish pink. He didn't want to know what
kind of purple they'd turned now.
He stopped short outside Alota's quarters and cleared his throat.
He was reasonably attired in the sort of thing friends wear when they
hang out. He didn't want to push it.
He reached forward to knock on the door and it slid open. Inside
he could see Alota standing, holding a teddybear, facing the almost
impercetibly different Harris.
They turned to look at him, Harris' mouth open abaout to speak.
"Am I interrupting anything?" Chrysler asked the pair.
<Okay Alota, over to you. (Post courtesy of the back up Chrysler)>
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